Note: I was asked to write a story about Torrie Wilson and Kane. So I did, and this story is dedicated to Teresa. Hope you like it!

Lita, Trish Stratus, and myself all arrived at the arena extra early, so we could get ready for our matches, and backstage segments. We walked down the loney hallway laughing at one of Lita's corny jokes, and then stopped infront of the Women's Locker Room.

"'s so...creepy when no one's around." Trish said.

"Yeah, I know, reminds me of a horror movie, three girls...all alone." Lita teased.

"Now all we need is the lights to go out, and a tall, masked man to attack us," I joked.

Lita sighed, "You know, I actually kind of like it. I think I'm going to go take a look around. I mean, there has to be someone here!"

"Be careful!" Trish smiled.

Lita then walked off down the hallway, dissapearing around the corner; leaving Trish and myself all alone.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go pick out what I'm going to wear tonight for Raw." Trish said before entering the Women's Locker Room.

I was now all alone. It was a little strange. After I stood there in slience for a good minute or two, I decided to go off and find Lita. Looking down at my feet, I thought about how lucky Trish and Lita were. They both had very hot, and wonderful boyfriends. I however, was as single as ever. I didn't even like anyone. It sucked. What was wrong with me? Was I just not attractive to anyone? I shook my head, disposing that thought out of my mind. As I turned the corner of the hallway, still looking for Lita, I ran into something, or someone. They were strong, and made me almost fall backwards. But I didn't fall. Someone grabbed me, and I was pressed up against them. I looked up to see a red and black mask. Instinctively I screamed. Kane let go of me, and hurried off down the hallway, while Lita came running up to me.

"What's wrong, Torrie?" Lita asked, out of breath.

I took a deep breath, "Nothing...nothing. Just, I ran into...Kane, and almost feel. I didn't though, and when I screamed, he well...took off down the hallway."

"Oh, god, girl! You scared the crap out of me!" Lita yelled.

I shrugged. "Hey, what's Kane doing here, so early?"

Lita looked at the ground, "I heard that he comes here way early before the shows, so he can get ready without any interuptions and stuff."

"Is he mean?" I whispered.

"I don't know. No one, except The Undertaker has really ever had a real conversation with him. Maybe you should try," Lita teased.

"Yeah...maybe. I think I hurt his feelings. I mean, screaming like that. I didn't mean to! I well...startled me. I think I should go say sorry, and explain to him the things that you and Trish put in my head." I frowned.

"What? That stupid horror movie thing?" Lita asked.

I nodded my head, "After all, he was wearing a mask...and at a glance he frightened me!"

Lita laughed. "Does little Torrie Wilson have a crush?"

"What? No! I just feel bad, because I think he thought I screamed because of him...well I kinda did, but I didn't know it was Kane at first!" I confessed, "He does have nice muscles, you gotta admitt." I said as a matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Torrie. I'm going to check up on Trish. Knowing her, she's still trying to figure out what to wear tonight. I think I'll give her a hand. You'll be, alright, now won't you?" Lita teased.

"Yeah, of course I will." I said with confidence.

"Ok..," Lita said before walking down the hallway, heading to the Women's Locker Room.

I sighed, as I approached Kane's Locker Room. I was a little nervous, but over came that quickly, and knocked on the door. After a few moments, I knocked again. I was just about ready to know for the third time, when the locker room door opened a crack. Kane peeked through the crack seeing me...